throat ocean

Adjusting my white balance.

People share all kinds of things online. Almost all of the time, it is carefully considered, made up of words, and makes complete sense. We have enough of that. 

This weekend I am inviting you all to scream in our first #ScreamShare event.

3 ways to participate:

1) call us at (323) 570-1264 and leave your scream as voicemail.

or

2) record your scream and upload it as an mp3 somewhere (dropbox, etc)

or

3) email any sound file format to clubsilence@gmail.com

We will post the results here. If you want credit send me a dm with the time you called or include your twitter name in the filename if you are sending an mp3 or file. By sending us your scream you agree to give me the right to remix it, use it in a soundtrack, etc. 

Be as real as you want to be.

photo courtesy @ChristiNielsen

Background: A few months ago when we opened the first Club Silence in Hollywood some people, after spending several hours inside,  would go out the back door into the alley and scream. The screams were long, gutteral, animal, real. The police came a few times, and after checking it out, a few of them returned days later out of uniform and joined us. All of this was unexpected, though it may have to do with the nature of silence, which is often misunderstood. I thought some of you would like the opportunity to scream and share it with others online. So for the next 72 hours: #screamshare.

I am at war with cuteness and coherence. My teeth are sharp and remember everything. #darkblueintodarkerblue

RT @heathervescent: @clubsilence where is the scream contest? I want to scream for you. #screamshare

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in this space small things become big and consume time

where projected lights reveal holes instead of things

through dust that falls and pauses for us

a virgin debris surrounding the bed

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here we turn and take a moment to ask

whether we are looking at the right place

(we agree to disagree, about holes and other things)

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this is where I push & squeeze at the same time

and we both end up on the floor

making a record of our moment in the carpet

two shapes, colliding continents and crumbs

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we always come back here

now lets look for holes

and destroy things.

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veins constricting. surface skin numb. a smell I can’t identify. about to spit something up. yeah, I’m ready to write.

Despite elaborate efforts, evidence of my #being #here: RT stealingsand: @clubsilence was this you? http://bit.ly/daJa3p

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I used to lay on the floor 

and play tilt with the world

I shouldn’t have done that.

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horizontal became vertical

and I slid down the flatness

the carpet like ice to the end.

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now I hear geometric shapes laughing at me

a kind of giggle and hiss combined

but they can’t fool me

for somewhere men are measuring all things.

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you find the ground and grip it steady for me

but I never should have played tilt with the world.

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a certain surface numb

the hand full

a throb and spill

you drag me across the floor 

I am filled and then we rest

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I imagined you without sleaze

or odor or hair

or bones or rest

your fists swim in the sheets 

and come to rest on my chin

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its exactly how you land

without cigarettes or drugs 

sliding on the ground and easing to a stop

oh how we wish for three shades of blur again

when pain was delicious prey

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creating corner cave

Heading for a meeting with @kesmit3 at 1.61803399…黄金分割. http://4sq.com/9OddQJ

Here’s a #violentsilence: RT @whichmichele: I’m taking high resolution, 5 minute exposure photographs of a pitch black ceiling in my room.

and the night begins @clubsilence… tonight we project #weaponizedwords and watch a totally silent re-enactment of a domestic dispute.

RT @got80s: It’s therapeutic to release the word(s) that hurt me. I’ve made them dull, but I know they still hurt a little. #weaponizedwords

.@bluevertical That’s what I’m trying to find out. I *feel* like a duplicate, but with a glitch. Overcoming the #glitch makes me powerful.

more #weaponizedwords: “wicked witch” ; “I don’t care if you fucking die” ; “useless” ; “stupid” - what are your Words That Hurt?

At this cafe there are calm people talking in soothing tones giving spiritual advice while their legs bounce violently under the table.

Words That Hurt weekend @clubsilence: what was the last word that hurt you? I’m making a list of #weaponizedwords You know, for emergencies.

I’m going to crush something with words.

(That way it will emit nothing but #silence on it’s way down)

.@judyrey I’m filled with what other people have filled me with. I’m trying to spit it out, but I keep swallowing.

.@barbarajcarter we have affairs in gardens in Hollywood too. I once woke up in someone’s flowerbed, covered in wet black soil & cigarettes.

I’ve changed my name to Jasmine because I was peeping and he was going round and round.

… all I remember from my first kiss is the spit rope. I still swing on it when summer comes around.

all the happy faces want me to be a happy face too.

clicking and grinning

while I’m thumping and groaning

once I am data

I am yours to consume

numbers like crackers

bits like crumbs

spit out and flying through the air

landing in a grid

an algorithm that captures a gesture

and then a way of seeing

we are crushed by edges and lines and logic

all the happy faces want me to be a happy face too.

clicking and grinning

while I’m thumping and groaning

spit. and crackers.

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My imaginary date is going pretty well. Really glad I brought earplugs, a flash light, and water purification tablets.

The design I submitted for the plexiglass Scream Chamber will weigh over 600 pounds. #scream

Planning a pilgrimage to NYC to see the Yves Klein exhibit. I will wear blue and consider faking a jump from a balcony.

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.@stealingsand people need Harley’s because they don’t understand they can make that sound with their throat. #choke

11:11

.@museinruins I also forgot what my favorite color is. I think it might have been the color of falling out of bed.

#thump